Being a Doggy Mama - Boot fetish
Monday, August 31, 2009 at 10:22AM
Puppy Dog is fixed, but he can still get his freak on. It's a domination thing, like his constantly humping Theo, his friend, including in the middle of dinner parties.
The other night I had my dear friend Dolly over for dinner.
There was lasagne, expertly cooked by Fluffy Bear, there was wine, inexpertly chosen by me.
And there was Puppy Dog.
Puppy Dog, who decided he liked Dolly's knee high lace-up boots.
A lot.
First there was the sniffing.
I didn't pay much attention to this. So he was sniffing her shoes - so what? They probably smelled of other dogs and cats and places unknown. No big deal.
Dinner was eaten, wine was drunk, conversation flowed.
Then, the licking. He was licking her boots.
OK, a bit gross, and she probably didn't want dog spit on her leather, but the licking was minor, she didn't seem to notice it so, instead of interrupting our chat and yelling at my furkid - the kidless hate how us parents punctuate our lives with constant screeching - I let it be.
Another bottle was opened, an ice bucket brought out for convenient top ups, conversation continued to flow.
And then I saw it.
He approached Dolly, he looked up at her to check she was distracted, he made some licking movements to show he was friendly, he tottered a little as he tried to silently, inconspicuously position himself over the boot which was tantalizingly waving in front of him (Dolly had crossed her legs, so one boot was off the floor).
I had one eye on him, and one eye on Dolly, still trying to pay attention to what she was saying. Dolly is always erudite and amusing, so it's worth staying tuned in.
Then I saw it.
The back legs pushed forward, just a little. Hump-ready.
I clapped my hands, loud. Dolly, mid-sentence, wasn't sure if I was about to laugh uproariously, or if I was showing audience appreciation. Till she saw my eyes - I was glaring at Puppy Dog, who retreated to his cushion.
Humpterupption.
But, of course, he's an intelligent, tenacious little bugger.
He crawled forward on his cushion, inch by inch, then, making sure I was occupied, slowly stood and sidled over to The Boot. I'd catch him just as he was trying to assume the position and yelled.
"NO!"
Poor Dolly was somewhat bemused at the seemingly random interruptions.
What does one say to a well heeled guest? My dog want's to hump your lovely boot?
No.
So I muttered something about him having a foot fetish - Ha! Ha! So funny! - and spent the rest of the evening intermittently glaring at him so he didn't go near her.
Much catching up and drinking later, it was time to call the cab. This just goes to show the singlemindedness of my dog. As she was leaving, he put his paw around her boot and thrust his pelvis foward.
One last try before his beloved boot left him forever...
Reader Comments (3)
Classic post! Beautifully enhanced by a very wonderful photo I notice... the photographer must be very talented ;)
Yes, indeed - very talented!
Sorry EE, the photo went all hinky and I had to change it. But I used it on a later post!